Tryilendarel Nerinya sat on a bench in the shade of a large tree on the university's grounds, his back against Mira's.  She had finished her work for the day, and asked him for some music, and the elf was only too happy to oblige.  He was a minstrel by trade and a wanderer by nature, never really content to stay in any place for too long.  It was strange, he reflected for what must be the thousandth time over the past year or two, but with her around the call of the road faded.  Worrying, even.  Still, he didn't have to concern himself about the matter much longer.  Mira and the others who were training for the harebrained save-the-world quest the Oracle wanted to send them on were nearly done -- and there was no way he'd be going with them.

A complicated run on his harp took all of his attention to execute, and by the time he finished the introspective mood had passed.  He had his music, he had a gorgeous lover, and he had all the time in the world.  Life was good.  "You should sing one, Mira," he told her, sending a wide smile over his shoulder.

"Nooo, I'm not singing!  We're in public!"

"But your voice is lovely!  I don't understand why you won't give others the pleasure of listening~"

The young woman blushed, but was saved having to protest further when she spotted Esme coming across the yard.  "Hey, where're you off to?" she called, sitting up.  She knew the other potential chosen well enough; they weren't precisely close friends, but certainly beyond mere acquaintances.  She enjoyed Esme's company, but almost anything would do to escape Trill's pleading that she sing.  If she stayed, she would probably end up giving in.  He was terribly persuasive.